I saw these on sale at Walgreen's yesterday when I went to buy new bathroom scale, and I cracked up (or, more properly, was trying to stifle my laughter) so much one of the associates asked if I was choking and if I needed some water.

You say that you do not see the blow job, and I say, bless your heart you are a good person.

But if you are a natural born perv these things come naturally. Picasso showed how you see things in pieces and it doesn't matter at all how the pieces are arranged, the subject is the same subject from any angle and all piled up at once. Noses and eyes from different angles, that sort of thing.

Pretend you are Picasso and rearrange the composition elements to force the subject to be something sexual, which is no force at all to a natural born perv. Here, I'll try to help you over to the dark side see the blow job within the McDonald's advert.

Ladies, gentlemen, now it is 26 years since I was married to a woman like that, and this STiLL hits too close to home. The savage interrogation at each return from work, the mood swings, the jealous fury swelling magnetically just beneath the surface, the labile shifts into reward mode. You can see this as funny, or a cultural comment, or a subliminal message. I can't. Quarter century later, and I can't. Laugh about it, comment about it, but if you have to choose (and you chose one who turned out like this), any way you look at it you lose. I can't see it as anything but an occasion for devout thanks that

-- divorce laws exist-- she found a second husband and hasn't broken him yet-- I shot my television

Aside from selling milkshakes, it also contains an important bit of relationship advice: The husband handles his wife's psychotic behavior with humor and grace. He has learned that a small thoughtful gift is often all they really want.

The commercial draws you in and does all of this in a 30 second run-time and even ends with a subtle finale: The wife silently mouths the words, "I love you" as she seductively opens her mouth to the straw.